One Month Later:
It had been a month by now and Vinnie and I grew quite close. By that I mean, she was not putting in any effort and I was the one doing the most, isn’t it being called growing close where one person bears all the baggage of the friendship?
I don’t know, she hadn’t shown much improvement but my hopes were still intact. I was not going to put her down from my back even if it means I have to carry her bones when her body deteriorates. I tried feeding her some rice and ramens, but her entire focus was on the hand that was holding the spoon. I know the change was either going to take years or it would be a sudden move.
“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you,” I growled and pulled my hand away from her, “Hey!” I instantly dropped the spoon in the bowl ad lowered my face to lo
